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Analyze Your Life Away
"Why are you so wrong,
My sweet Neo-Con?...
Where's the money gone
in the Pentagon?"
--"My Sweet Neo-Con," Rolling Stones
When I ask you to analyze the situation,
you become a name-calling clown.
You want to throw your weight around,
rather than consider facts with reasoning sound.
I know, when you're hungry,
you can't think,
so throw everything out,
but the kitchen sink.
You contend--
as a Christian, I don't know what I believe.
You have weaved a tangled web in order to deceive.
You don't want a picture of the whole story.
You prefer to down the conservative allegory.
How ironic to get so simplistic
in the name of being greatly pluralistic.
You're fed up with all these matters so intellectual.
The results having been wonderfully ineffectual.
I didn't object to any supply-side theory.
The frustration made you economics weary.
And that big topic has you calling me a hawk.
For you, war is just a bunch of talk.
You sputter insults at me as fast as they will go.
You don't want issues, you want an exciting show.
Is that what you offer--words that lambast?
How can you expect to last?
Really?
If you valued the education
you were offered in the first place,
I'm sure you'd be able to save face.
All these words about conservatism
make me dizzy and too self-conscious.
Perhaps you'd like to knock me unconscious.
My sweet Neo-Con?...
Where's the money gone
in the Pentagon?"
--"My Sweet Neo-Con," Rolling Stones
When I ask you to analyze the situation,
you become a name-calling clown.
You want to throw your weight around,
rather than consider facts with reasoning sound.
I know, when you're hungry,
you can't think,
so throw everything out,
but the kitchen sink.
You contend--
as a Christian, I don't know what I believe.
You have weaved a tangled web in order to deceive.
You don't want a picture of the whole story.
You prefer to down the conservative allegory.
How ironic to get so simplistic
in the name of being greatly pluralistic.
You're fed up with all these matters so intellectual.
The results having been wonderfully ineffectual.
I didn't object to any supply-side theory.
The frustration made you economics weary.
And that big topic has you calling me a hawk.
For you, war is just a bunch of talk.
You sputter insults at me as fast as they will go.
You don't want issues, you want an exciting show.
Is that what you offer--words that lambast?
How can you expect to last?
Really?
If you valued the education
you were offered in the first place,
I'm sure you'd be able to save face.
All these words about conservatism
make me dizzy and too self-conscious.
Perhaps you'd like to knock me unconscious.
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Analyze Your Life Away
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